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The Woman In White
On a cool summer's day in the middle of nowhere U.S.A, a young girl in a white dress dreaded her special day. She was unlike most brides. Most brides' parents weren't as anxious to marry off their daughters, especially to husbands so much older.
Jason Ray MortonPublished 10 months ago in HorrorLet’s fly in love
love is love if it were life was love love will help live if it will be sin is far life is near love will heal
Ekta K. KalraPublished 10 months ago in PoetsFind our love
take my hand Come with me You know you want to My dear, we have so much to see. *** I tire of the old Long for the true
What Little Buddy AI Had To Say About My Poetic Musings
I wrote the poem "Somber Field" (which AI insisted I call, "Lay Me Down Love and Let Life Fade Away..." and actually that does have a ring to it) around twenty-four years ago, for a college English class, and the professor was pretty impressed by the goth tones of my death verses. I've had the poem in my noggin unpublished for twenty-five years. And now, here is AI which didn't exist then, and it has an analysis at a "genius level." And I find it flattering. Here's the poem:
The Argonaut
Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep… The submarine sonar rang out in a high-pitched tone at constant intervals. The display showed a circular graph with a moving green light, like the seconds hand of a clock. The occasional fish appeared on the display, but nothing unusual happened as the submarine hovered above the ocean floor. The walls of the sonar room were covered in futuristic radars, and were littered with buttons and switches with different colors and abbreviations.
Arther CapriPublished 10 months ago in FictionThe Price of Happiness
How much does happiness cost? Is it a treasure that can be bought? Or is it something that can't be sought? For some, it's a hefty fee,
Jazmin FernandezPublished 10 months ago in PoetsDon’t go
Don’t go Don’t get out of bed The day can wait Work can wait Stay with me Next to me Keep me warm All snug and cozy Kiss me
Ryan BurkeyPublished 10 months ago in PoetsHer Personal Bouquet of Life
She doesn’t sleep well through the dark hours, Drifting from thought to thought, obsessing, Stress highlighting the efforts that fall on unfruitful ears,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 10 months ago in Poets